Life with my Little Sister

I came to the side of the food area looking for Mechacre's cat, Popo.

There's a galloping yell.

This would be obvious trouble.

I don't know if it's a fight or not, but I wouldn't want to get anywhere like that with the usual me, and I don't want to keep my precious family close.

(That said, you can't turn around and go right...)

Look to the side with chirali. Then.

"Oh. You're making a scene! Al, let's go!?"

Even if it feels like "Let's play alto baseball".

Oh... Brev's guy, he's gone for a run.

I can't let him go alone, and the rest of you, let's just wait here.

(Even so, can Phee leave me...)

The truth is, I wanted to keep this girl with my mother, too.

I have no choice.

I prepared to take out "something" for protection at any time, and followed Master Hatko.

When I pulled the wild horse apart and went out to the center of the noise and the thought place, there was a stall surrounded by bad galas of men.

Looks like the guys are stuffed by middle-aged shopkeepers......

(What, those guys...?

My first impression is that it looks like a chicken.

All but one of the men surrounding the shop owner is dressed neatly.

But I feel disconnected from the clothes and contents because my face is gobbly.

Would it be more accurate to describe a chimp as wearing a courtesy dress?

One of them, not wearing what looked like a courtesy dress, was behind the chimps, staring somewhere in the wake at what the 'fellows' were doing.

Should I say that his outfit is close to a traveler or adventurer?

He doesn't feel fancy, but he's wearing thick, sturdy clothes, and he's offering a sword to his hips.

"... he's the only one who's going to be able to get out of the box."

Brev beside me shrugged like that when he saw the man.

"Come on, Master Hatko. You know at a glance how powerful they are?

"You can't decide that. But he looks strong."

Is it plausible, or is it just a cane?

Either way, they don't have much basis.

Brev is right next to him. He's speaking to a strange old man.

"Hey, what's all this fuss about?

"Oh, those are the Viscount Dennen itchy gorots. Even if it's a mess, it's a pretty good identity and wingspan."

Denen is the Viscount of the Example.

I say it's hostile to your uniform house.

Grandma says.

"When they have these festivals, they wind up money from the stores where they make money. So, they honestly didn't pay that shopkeeper."

What the hell.

All of a sudden, they tell me to give you money, and you honestly give it to me?

Isn't that the end of being called in?

When I'm surprised, Grandma explains with a bitter smile.

"Once... really once, but they also seem to have reason. The whole section is policed by Viscount Denen's soldiers. So he said to pay for policing."

Mm-hmm. Unhelpful.

Is such a pushy and smug way of stabbing lawful?

When I said that, Grandma explained it this way.

"This is also true, because 'donating in good faith' is allowed in itself. In fact, there are a number of places in Lord Asel's and Viscount Baumann's houses where money is paid to keep the festival safe."

Because these two houses are admired. Hey, Grandma says.

Meanwhile, the detested Dennen family said they were 'soliciting' donations.

(That's a sight I didn't see last year...)

I thought so, but that's natural, too.

Last year, it was like that.

"You're a taije bastard to be reluctant to give donations for your citizens! I guess the shop in front of you is making money!? Don't you care to restore it a little bit! To the Viscount who is crushing my heart so that things like last year don't happen, I don't think I'm sorry, eh!?"

A chimp in a courtesy dress continues to ask for a donation.

The store where they caught their eye said they would generally honestly pay for it.

It's going to be a hassle, and the chimps are only going to 'snipe' because, in fact, it's the only store that's making money.

"The Knights' Stuff is nearby, isn't it? Aren't the guards coming?

To Brev's words, Grandma laughs sarcastically.

"You said it, didn't you? This is the territory of the Viscount Denen."

Oh, Cheng Cheng.

You're in the jar with the people who are asking for donations.

"Doesn't giving away donations mean I don't care what happens to this festival!? I can't forgive you! Shall I destroy such a bad store right here and now?!?"

"Oh, no, don't... Huh! If it's a donation, you paid it the day before the festival! Even before that!

"Idiot, you're in front of me! You buy bread every day too!? That's a natural expense to keep paying because you need it!? Or something!? You're going to go to the bakery and say, 'I paid for the bread yesterday, so I'm just going to get it today'!? That's not going to pass! You mustn't let him through! Show it to me! You guys, the Viscount family broke the name for leaving such a delicious shop behind! Tatami!"

"Answer!

A tremendous amount of reason has been stated, on the basis of which a single stall is about to be destroyed.

The old man beside him shrugged.

"... you look just like you said. To make it easier for other stores to make donations."

Apparently, sabotage activities are also part of the collection effort.

The men shook up their arms with weapons...

"Stop it!

There, a waiting voice hangs.

Hatko, who was supposed to be directly next to me, was jumping out in front of the men.

(Brev, don't be impotent!?)

I thought so, but if our hatco hadn't popped up, maybe the store would have been really destroyed.

In that sense, it makes sense that he left...

"What is this kid?!?"

Once stopped by the advent of Brev, the chimps turned hostile to my friend.

If the destruction of the store is a demonstration, as Grandma said, I guess it won't stop at about the emergence of a hatco.

Ning Lo, it should take to get rid of the brev.

So I set the policy immediately.

in the form of protecting the brev.

(Sorry, but protecting stalls and shopkeepers is second and third. If this guy gets hurt, he's not sleeping well)

I'm not a good man or a righteous ally, so the priority to help is someone close to me. The number one thing is not to let Brev get hurt. That's what I decided.

"Phee. I'm sorry, but that's a change of heart. Hold on tight, will you?

"Phew, let go of me, that's impossible! Wherever Phew is, only on his side!

If you play a big stand around, you'll wind up with even our sister.

Hopefully I can pick up the brev and leave somehow.

The chimps are staring at the brev.

"Hey, kid! Why did you come out of nowhere? You're not trying to interrupt our 'doings of justice', are you?

"You're just scared of money with a weak fig -!? A good old adult, aren't you ashamed!?"

"It is this shop that should be ashamed to spare donations to protect a greater number of vulnerable people! I don't know that. You fucking kid, you're guilty of the same thing! They sanction me!

Do you intend to use violence against children as well?

That won't work.

I decided not to hesitate to use the "protective weapon" that I had prepared.

"This kid!

With his protruding arm, Brev makes it easy.

I knew this guy's athletic skills were out of the picture.

But not if you're impressed.

The other person has an attitude of not letting the child get hurt or quit.

Plus, that's more than one person.

(Sora, hey!

The chimps leave one behind and try to put on a brev at the same time.

Around here, I should get my hands on it, too.

But I'm not willing to use magic.

If I did that, I'd stand out in a bad way.

For a moment, I might even come into view with 'intent to kill'.

So use 'weapons'.

That's not a spear. A more childish weapon.

I broke in between the guys trying to hit Brev from the side and used it.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! My eyes! Eyes ahhhhhhhhhh!

The man is wandering around.

While I was surprised by the new reinforcement, the rest of the men seemed to notice what this one had in hand.

"You said it was Rockall's fruit skin!? You skipped the juice off my array!

"What a terrible thing! It's not what humans do!

"You're one of those kids! You evil, outrageous bastard!

What I used was the skins of fruit that are the ingredients for sports drinks. It's a splash.

I know this sucks because I was stuffy myself last year.

Even a murder weapon that shouldn't be directed at people.

(That's the effect surface. If I made a demented repellent spray for women or something, would the Chamber of Commerce buy it out?)

Even at times like this, strange thoughts come to mind.

"Al, thank God!

"Thank you! Let's get out of here!?"

"What are you talking about! If I did that, the store would be destroyed -?"

Oh, yeah.

Me and you, we jumped in here for a different purpose.

(But without magic, beating everyone would break a bone)

Well, what do we do?

Thinking that way,

"Wait!"

There are those who shout and crack and come in.

It's a grown man. Adventurer.

It also plays the arm of a festival guard.

"Mr. Sven!

Brev let his eyes shine.

Apparently this person is Hatko's acquaintance.

At the same time, the only man who was part of the chimps but had not joined the distraction narrowed his eyes softly.